Leila’s POV
“Please tell me I made the right call,” I mumbled, keeping my eyes shut as we neared the gates of the mansion. I squeezed my hands together, wishing I could take back agreeing to this proposal. There was still time.
I bit my lower lip. I suddenly felt desperate, needing to shift my gaze towards Aunt Maurice who held Jace in her arms.
I couldn’t trust myself in this situation. My anxiety had risen and though Aunt Maurice insisted we could do this some other time when I felt more ready, I told her it was okay. It was better to get over it sooner than later.
When the care came to a halt, I reminded myself that I was no longer the same vulnerable person I was when I first came here.
I took a moment to breathe, calming my nerves. I was half expecting to find my father waiting for us outside. But instead, an angry Louvel and a sulking Elsie were what greeted us.
